~ Powers of Nations: A Countryhumans Chronicle

▶Chapter:63◀

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3rd person pov:

The evening at the camp had transitioned into a lively party, hosted by Canada in the main cabin. The room was filled with the warm glow of lanterns and the chatter of excited voices. An array of drinks was spread across the bar area, from sparkling wines to robust beers, setting the stage for an evening of revelry. Laughter and clinking glasses echoed as the group began to unwind.

Canada, standing behind the makeshift bar, raised his glass high with a broad smile. "To a fantastic trip ! Cheers, everyone!"

The group responded enthusiastically, raising their glasses in unison. "Cheers!"

The clinking of glasses was followed by a hum of conversation and laughter. Russia, mindful of his limits, chose a modest amount of vodka and sipped it slowly, savoring the taste and trying to maintain control. In contrast, Germany approached the evening with his usual gusto, selecting a large mug of beer and preparing himself for the night’s entertainment. America, ever the showman, opted for a pitcher of beer and was ready to dive into the festivities with his characteristic bravado.

As the night wore on, the competition between Germany and America took center stage. The two men began a drinking contest. The crowd gathered around them, cheering and placing bets on who would emerge victorious. The air was thick with excitement and anticipation.

"Come on, America! Show me what you’ve got!" Germany challenged, his voice rising above the din of the party.

America, already feeling the effects of the beer, grinned widely. "You bet, Germany! I’m not backing down!"

The room buzzed with energy as the competition intensified. America and Germany downed drink after drink, their movements growing increasingly erratic. The crowd watched in awe as the two men pushed their limits. The excitement was palpable, and the tension in the room was electric.

China, observing the competition with growing irritation and concern, decided it was time to leave. "This is getting out of hand. I’m heading to bed," he muttered as he made his way to his room. Despite his frustration, he was slightly worried about Russia, who was supposed to share a room with a drunk America.

As the evening progressed, the competition between America and Germany reached its peak. The two men were visibly affected by the alcohol, their speech slurred and their movements unsteady.

"How’s that beer treating you, America?" Germany asked, his own speech slightly unsteady.

"It’s... good," America replied with a lopsided grin. "Just a bit... tipsy."

The excitement in the room reached a fever pitch as the two competitors continued their drinking battle. The crowd cheered them on, placing bets and exchanging enthusiastic comments. Eventually, America, his capacity exhausted, slumped into a chair, defeated.

"I’m done," he groaned, his words thick with alcohol. "I can’t keep up."

With America having given up, the party began to wind down. China, already settled in his room, was increasingly concerned about Russia. With a sigh of frustration, China decided to go to sleep, leaving the party behind.

Later that night, America, now significantly drunk, stumbled out of the common area and made his way to the room he shared with Russia. His steps were unsteady, and his speech was heavily slurred as he spoke.

"Hey, Russhh," America said, his voice thick with inebriation as he staggered into the room. "Guess who’s here to... keep you company?"

Russia, already in bed and trying to unwind from the chaotic evening, turned to see America’s condition. Concern washed over him as he saw America’s drunken state.